Chapter 709 What He Never Said
It had been almost four months since Draven had spoken this many words to Ayla. He didn’t want tc He just wanted to look at her. “I used to watch you sleep all the time. You always slept so well. You can
now, too.”
“No. I don’t trust you right now.”
Draven sighed. “Ayla, I’d hurt anyone before I’d hurt you.”
“Keeping me here against my will is already hurting me.”
Ayla wanted to leave. Right now.
Even if Draven had things to say, couldn’t he at least wait until she’d had time to process everything?
She didn’t reject Draven the way she rejected Troy. But she needed space to breathe. If the babies wer with her, in a place where she felt safe–back in Trensea, for example–she’d naturally have the patien
him out.
here, in Draven’s world, this estate was enormous. Apart from Herman, she didn’t know a single erson. Everyone answered to Draven.
Everything depended on his mood. If that mood shifted, she’d be the one who suffered.
She was completely at his mercy. Zero security.
How was she supposed to relax?
Or have the headspace to keep Draven company?
The old Draven–the CEO version–would have bent to her wishes. This one wouldn’t.
And, true to form, Draven didn’t budge. “Ayla, you’ll fall asleep. I promise. Rest first. We’ll talk after.”
Ayla stared at him.
In this unequal space, with this unequal power, no matter how calmly Draven spoke, it still sounded like a threat.
There really was no other option.
Fine. She’d sleep, recover her strength, and deal with Draven when she had more energy. If he wanted to watch, let him watch. Ignore it. She’d drift off eventually. She really was tired.
The room was spacious, luxurious, and quiet. It was daytime, overcast, but the light was still glaring.
A second later, she heard a soft mechanical hum. Draven must have triggered something. The curtains slid shut on their own, blocking the UV light, and the room plunged into darkness.
Ayla cracked one eye open. Nothing but black.
Chapter 709 What He Never Said
Fin
Draven was right there at the edge of the bed. If anything, the dark made him feel more dangerous. But for sleeping, the environment was perfect.
Ayla stopped overthinking. Sleep first.
About five minutes passed.
She’d assumed Draven had already disappeared. Then his voice came, barely above a whisper. “Asleep:
She wanted to play dead, but her body betrayed her. She tugged the blanket tighter around herself. She didn’t answer. She was asleep. Obviously.
Draven’s eyesight was decent. Even in the dark, he could make out shapes. Ayla’s closed eyes looked convincing, but she was definitely still awake.
She was quiet now. No more talk of leaving. No Max or anyone else to intrude. No one would dare disti them. In this kind of silence, certain words came easier.
Drayen closed his eyes for a moment. Then he began.
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